“If opposites attract, then I am nothing. Because you, you are everything.”
There’s no easy road traveled to such an intense sentiment, one I never dreamt I’d feel….
But I also never planned on Cannon Blackwell climbing aboard my tour bus.
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“I can’t let a stranger on the bus with Bubs. What if he’s a mass murderer?” What if he’s not as pretty on the inside as he is on the outside?
“Ah, Mama Bear, run him through all the tests. You’re careful. And he might say we’re crazy and tell us to fuck off. Let’s ask before we worry about it.”
Biding my time, I chew on the inside of my cheek and look back, confirming Conner’s still tossing the Frisbee happily, Rhett watching him. “You asking or am I?” I sigh, hopefully masking the foreign tingle of anticipation working its way up my battered spine.
“He’s hetero, I can tell from here. I say we send in,” he flicks a finger back and forth between my boobs, “the big guns.”
“Don’t lick your lips!” I shove him, mouth agape. “You’re like my brother. That’s illegal in at least forty states, and gross.”
“You didn’t think it was gross when—”
“Enough.” I slap my hand over his mouth hastily. “I’ll go, but you stay right here and watch, closely. He makes a move for a weapon, dial 911 as you run to rescue me.”
“On it.” He grins at me, full of victory, a hint of his earlier teasing still lingering in his expression.
Girding my loins, I think, do women have loins and can they be girded or is that only a guy thing? Summoning my courage, I move with slow, hesitant steps in the miraculous unknown’s direction, reminding myself with each one that it’s for the boys, the band, the overall goal of staying the hell out of Sutton. And it is, but I’m kidding myself if I don’t admit I wouldn’t be this anxious if I was walking up to an ugly man. Or even a kinda good-looking man. Shallow much, Liz? Nah, I have no control over biological response.
Almost there now, his head lifts and turns at my approach, connecting eyes as sable brown as thick molasses to my own. He was tummy-turning enough far away. Up close, he’s better than photoshopped, a clear-cut case for Guinness Genetics. His lips are full, much plumper than my own, and he has a strong nose and jawline, both very masculine, the latter covered in a dark scruff. His hair is the same rich chestnut as his eyes, not too short, but definitely not too long. “Just fucked” hair (isn’t that what they call it?) be damned. He’s got “just fucked her and she had to hold on” locks, unruly in the most intricate fashion. The black boots at the end of long, thick legs are scuffed, faded jeans worn, well, and the long sleeved black thermal he’s wearing? Oh, he wears it, or rather, every muscle in his torso holds it up flawlessly.
Bottom line—he’s easy to look at.
“Are you a deranged serial killer and/or rapist?”
I like to open subtly.
“No, are you?” His timbre is deep and gravely, sending my vagina subliminal messages. Something along the lines of “yup, you want it.” With a voice like that, I’m praying he isn’t a chain smoker. To fuzz this perfect picture with the stench of an ever-present cloud of smoke would be one helluva slap in the face of the Almighty creator.
“No,” I answer too defensively, this instant, highly unusual attraction frying my staple “too cool to care” attitude that, up until right now, I’d like to think I pull off fabulously. “You any good?” I lean and point to the instrument on his back, brows bowed in questioning antagonism.
“Define good,” he deadpans, head down as he pulls the guitar off his back and puts it back in its case.
“Hendrix.”
“Not left-handed.” He shrugs as he straightens back up and captures my gaze.
“Page.”
He laughs, treating me to one seriously enlightening sound, accompanied by the sexiest blindingly white smile. “Then no, not even close to good.”
Damn, I should’ve gone with a mediocre guitarist! Now I’ve backed myself into a corner, Stranger Danger not giving me anything in the form of segue. Struggling, I shove my hands in my back pockets and rock nervously back and forth on my heels, forced to come up with another revealing yet seemingly aloof question.
“Why do you ask?” he rescues me.
“Our band.” I toss my head back toward the bus. “We need a bassist. And since you’re hitchhiking, I thought maybe—”
He drops down from his perch on the top edge of the bench and stands, well over six feet of sinister sex appeal stretching out before my eager eyes. “Do you know what a hitchhiker is?”
“What?” I shake my head to clear it and take a step back. “Yes, of course.”
“You sure about that?” He eats up the steps I’d retreated, placing his body close enough to mine that I can literally feel the battle of push and pull between us. “‘Cause where I come from, hitchhikers stand at the road, where you can see them. It increases their chances of actually landing a ride.” His left eyebrow curves up at one end and that same eye, I swear it, twinkles at me. “Seeing as how I’m sitting at the back of a desolate rest stop, I’m either the worst hitchhiker in history,” another step closer, “or you’re labeling me with the wrong tag.”
I check my phone for the tenth time. It’s almost 2 am, surely they’re asleep and I can sneak to my own bed. Sleeping with Conner isn’t as fun as you might think, unless you think being caged with a wild animal sounds like a party.
As quietly as possible, I slink out of the bed and through his door, pulling it closed; halfway there. Sending up a silent prayer I don’t meet any open, awake eyes, I turn, relieved at the lack of spectators, and scurry to my bed. After sharing my song tonight, I need some time to pass before I look them in the eyes—those lyrics, the tremor in my voice as I sang—I’m not ready for questions or commentary.
“Pssst.”
Of course I didn’t pull off the covert bed switch undetected. This bus—40 x 8 feet—might as well be a shoebox. I draw back the curtain, squinting my eyes against the dimness.
“Hey,” Cannon greets me with a whisper and grin from his bed, curtain also pulled open.
Giving him back the smile I can’t contain, I finger wave. Has he been waiting up for me? Was I secretly hoping he’d still be awake? Do I want to know either answer or what it says about me? What planet am I living on that this is now an issue?
“Here.” He scoots to the edge of his bunk and hands across…an earbud? Eyeing him curiously, I turn on my side, facing his way, and put it in my ear. “Shhh.” He puts a finger over his lips then winks and slips the other bud in his own ear, only breaking eye contact for a split second to tap the phone screen, then reconnecting in the muted light.
“Hello, Lizzie,” his voice sounds in my ear and as my eyes pop in surprise. He once again does the “shhh” thing, nodding to me to just listen. “I thought about playing you ‘You Are So Beautiful,’ but surely you already know that. This, you may not.”
There’s a brief pause, then music starts… It’s “Have a Little Faith in Me.”
I know I whimper aloud, but I force my eyes to stay on his no matter how badly I want to hide them and the building tears. Through the entire song, I stare and he stares back, mouthing the words every once in a while. With the closing notes, his voice returns.
“Not too corny, I hope. Just…think about it. Sweet dreams, Lizzie.”
Apparently picking up on the fact I’ve been rendered incapable of functioning, he reaches over and gently removes the earbud, taps the end of my nose with his fingertip, then closes my curtain for me.
I’ll have the corny with a side of corny please.
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I really, really love this story. It possibly MAY be my favorite
S.E.Hall book. And Cannon, sweet baby Jesus, he gives Sawyer a run for
his money.
We meet Lizzie and her merry band at the funeral of her mother. It is
truly a sad day for the bunch and thank God for Jarrett and Rhett,
those boys crack me up. Years later and the gang is on the road,
traveling and performing shows all over. They lose one of their
bassists and realize they need a new one. They make a pit stop and
find the perfect candidate for the job. Cannon Blackwell. The group
decides to see what talent he has and brings him aboard.Things heat up along their journey and it is intense. Pretty Instinct is probably my most favorite of Stefani's books to date. Cannon puts Sawyer to shame with his charm, wit, sexiness and dirty, sexy mouth. He takes you ride you never want to get off on ( literally and figuratively ;-) there are some twists and turns and many unexpected surprises! some parts I was shocked and Stef had me!! she had me. You will know when you read. And the ending, it was so perfect. Truly beautiful in S.E.hall fashion and I am bawling my eyes out. Trust me, you will WANT to read this! one of the best books Stefani has done and best and most touching books out there this book pulls on all those heart strings!
Will Lizzie be able to not fall head over heels for Cannon? will she ever forgive her father? you will have to read to find out.
Amazing story. PERIOD!
"You'll never lose me, ever, no matter who you sleep with and who I don't. No one will ever be good enough for you as far as I'm concerned. But whoever you decide is good enough for you, go for it. You're beautiful, and kind, caring, nurturing, with so much love inside you to give, just waiting for the right person to unleash it. "
"I dare you to have five lines of innocent, interesting conversation with her, before you find out what color her panties are. "
"You are not in charge, Cannon Blackwell. You do not eat my pussy or pay my bills, so you don't get a say."
"I don't care if Vanessa stays or not, and file this away while we're on it, I.don't.share."
"oh yeah, Siren is definitely taken. By me, mine, forever."
"Making love to you is the only perfect thing I've ever known,"
"When I feel threatened, I'll fight that much harder for you."
"When a man tries to snake his way in, I'll dip you in front of him and show him exactly how your man makes you wet with one kiss."
"Go fly baby girl. Just remember your way home."
"That's the dick you'll suck for the rest of your life. get friendly. You can't do it wrong, Siren, promise."
"I'm almost twenty-eight years old Lizzie. I want a house. I want to re-paint the fence and change light bulbs and decorate nurseries and host Thanksgiving and hide Easter eggs."
"I scooped up your trash, and it's my treasure. And nothing, comes between me and Cannon. He's mine."
"You open that negative lil' mouth again, you know exactly what I'm gonna fill it with."
"Always Siren, got you. you have me,"
"So sweet my Siren, more perfect every time. Love me forever, swear it."
"Fuck me hard when you're mad, soft when you're not, bite my dick when I won't listen and deny me a taste when I'm late or forget something important until I beg. But always, always love me?"
"Do every single thing the best couples in the world, with me, at least once, and pretend you like it."
"Love, I look around my life every day and never believe any of it. At the center of it all is you, my Siren. All of this, you gave me freely. I love you so damn much, Lizzie."
"Every day you find new ways to impress me, even when you don't know I'm watching."
"Can you imagine what he must be thinking right now? Probably trying to figure out which star was the perfect one he wished on, or how he got so in God's favor. You're the prize, beautiful Elizabeth, and he knows it."
"But no arguments at the pharmacy, young lady. I am paying for your
crazy pills. "
I really, really love this story. It possibly MAY be my favorite
S.E.Hall book. And Cannon, sweet baby Jesus, he gives Sawyer a run for
his money.
We meet Lizzie and her merry band at the funeral of her mother. It is
truly a sad day for the bunch and thank God for Jarrett and Rhett,
those boys crack me up. Years later and the gang is on the road,
traveling and performing shows all over. They lose one of their
bassists and realize they need a new one. They make a pit stop and
find the perfect candidate for the job. Cannon Blackwell. The group
decides to see what talent he has and brings him aboard.Things heat up along their journey and it is intense. Pretty Instinct is probably my most favorite of Stefani's books to date. Cannon puts Sawyer to shame with his charm, wit, sexiness and dirty, sexy mouth. He takes you ride you never want to get off on ( literally and figuratively ;-) there are some twists and turns and many unexpected surprises! some parts I was shocked and Stef had me!! she had me. You will know when you read. And the ending, it was so perfect. Truly beautiful in S.E.hall fashion and I am bawling my eyes out. Trust me, you will WANT to read this! one of the best books Stefani has done and best and most touching books out there this book pulls on all those heart strings!
Will Lizzie be able to not fall head over heels for Cannon? will she ever forgive her father? you will have to read to find out.
Amazing story. PERIOD!
"You'll never lose me, ever, no matter who you sleep with and who I don't. No one will ever be good enough for you as far as I'm concerned. But whoever you decide is good enough for you, go for it. You're beautiful, and kind, caring, nurturing, with so much love inside you to give, just waiting for the right person to unleash it. "
"I dare you to have five lines of innocent, interesting conversation with her, before you find out what color her panties are. "
"You are not in charge, Cannon Blackwell. You do not eat my pussy or pay my bills, so you don't get a say."
"I don't care if Vanessa stays or not, and file this away while we're on it, I.don't.share."
"oh yeah, Siren is definitely taken. By me, mine, forever."
"Making love to you is the only perfect thing I've ever known,"
"When I feel threatened, I'll fight that much harder for you."
"When a man tries to snake his way in, I'll dip you in front of him and show him exactly how your man makes you wet with one kiss."
"Go fly baby girl. Just remember your way home."
"That's the dick you'll suck for the rest of your life. get friendly. You can't do it wrong, Siren, promise."
"I'm almost twenty-eight years old Lizzie. I want a house. I want to re-paint the fence and change light bulbs and decorate nurseries and host Thanksgiving and hide Easter eggs."
"I scooped up your trash, and it's my treasure. And nothing, comes between me and Cannon. He's mine."
"You open that negative lil' mouth again, you know exactly what I'm gonna fill it with."
"Always Siren, got you. you have me,"
"So sweet my Siren, more perfect every time. Love me forever, swear it."
"Fuck me hard when you're mad, soft when you're not, bite my dick when I won't listen and deny me a taste when I'm late or forget something important until I beg. But always, always love me?"
"Do every single thing the best couples in the world, with me, at least once, and pretend you like it."
"Love, I look around my life every day and never believe any of it. At the center of it all is you, my Siren. All of this, you gave me freely. I love you so damn much, Lizzie."
"Every day you find new ways to impress me, even when you don't know I'm watching."
"Can you imagine what he must be thinking right now? Probably trying to figure out which star was the perfect one he wished on, or how he got so in God's favor. You're the prize, beautiful Elizabeth, and he knows it."
"But no arguments at the pharmacy, young lady. I am paying for your
crazy pills. "